Part 5a: Please Forgive Me.
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PG-13
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Usagi wasn't quite sure about how to go about doing this... how was she supposed to explain to them just what had been happening in her life lately? All that she knew was that she needed to tell them before she lost the friends that she valued most.
She trudged slowly to the place where they lived. It was a small one story house, and it was amazing that they could pay for it- they didn't have any jobs, so to speak of. But then, Quatre had mentioned something about his family having some extra money to spend... (AN: Yeah right, honey. I think he was under-estimating it to try and save his wallet.)
She slowly walked up to the door, trying to decide whether or not to bother. She was making herself breath deep and evenly, in an effort to keep from panicking or hyperventilating- possibly both. She hesitated in front of the door, hand quivering inches from the doorbell. It was now or never, and she was honesly afraid of what they were going to think of her after this.
She took a single deep breath, and then pounded the bell hard. She forced anxiety down at bay as best she could, but was finding it harder with every passing moment to stay there. Just when she lost courage and was about to run off, the door opened and out stepped Quatre.
He seemed surprised enough to see her; after all, she had been treating him lousily for the past couple of days... in fact, it was somewhat over a week. She waited for him to tell her to go away, or to slam the door cruely in her face the way she knew some guys would. "Usagi," he said, "is something wrong?"
"I- I, no, I mean.. yes. No, I mean... maybe, I don't know. I- we need to talk."
There was a pause in that haulting and confusing conversation, and Quatre couldn't help but feel puzzled at her behavior. She seemed nervous about being there, and he couldn't help but wonder why. He stepped aside and offered her the smile of a gentleman. "Would you like to come in?"
Usagi nodded slowly, but continued to look down at the ground as though she were ashamed to meet his eyes. He opened the door wide and let her in, and escorted her to the living room.
"Where is everybody?"
"Ahh, the guys went out for a little while. Can I make you some tea," he offered her. She nodded slightly and sat down in a seat.
While Quatre was in the kitchen, Usagi began to think ahead as to how she was going to explain what she needed to talk about. And the more she did, the blanker her mind seemed. Usagi finally picked up a piece of paper and began to write.
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Quatre smiled thoughtfully and brought out her cup of tea as well as his on a tray with lumps of sugar and other things. He set the tray on the counter, and picked up hers. "Here, Usagi-" He was cut off with bewilderment as he saw the empty chair where she had been only a short while ago. She was gone, but in her place was a piece of paper.
Picking it up, he saw it was a note, adressed to himself. It read:
Dear Quatre,
I feel that I owe you an apology. In fact, I owe ALL of you apologies for my behavoir as of late. I've treated all of you badly, the way that no true friend would treat someone they value as much as I value the rest of you. And so, I will explain to you what is owed.
About a week ago, I had a bad run in with a group of muggers, who also tried to rape me. I managed to escape, but in my blind rage afterwards I met up with Wufei and proceeded to beat him up as I had threatened to do to him before.
After that, my morale sunk like a ship made of lead to the bottom of the ocean. I was angry, mentally and emotionally hurt, as well as distraught. In turn, in my void of sinking, I took it out on all of you- something I thoroughly regret doing.
I don't know if you can forgive me, or if you even should, but I hope that maybe you can. I know that it's no excuse to treat you this way, and I will understand it if you don't want to talk to me. I'm sorry, and I'm trying to heal myself fully after that incident. I was too cowardly to face any of you because I was too scared of what you'd think of me. But in the end, the only way I'll be able to fully begin to heal is if I can have your forgiveness. I hope that we can all still be friends.
Sincerely,
Usagi Tsukino
Quatre stared at the note for a long time, unsure of how to comply to the situation. he had suspected that there was something bothering her, but... but he hadn't thought it was that. He sat down in the chair that had occupied Usagi moments earlier, debating the choices. The others would need to know, had the right to know. And yet... he knew Usagi wouldn't want anyone beyond them to know. And she might not be ready to talk about it, either.
That was a stupid thought, he realised, because if she HAD been ready to talk about it, she would have done so. So he'd have to tell the guys that, too. Quatre sighed, and then got up, wondering when the others would be back from their latest missions.
Email to: tenshi_no_nozomi@yahoo.com or
tenshi_no_nozomi@hotmail.com
PG-13
**************
Usagi wasn't quite sure about how to go about doing this... how was she supposed to explain to them just what had been happening in her life lately? All that she knew was that she needed to tell them before she lost the friends that she valued most.
She trudged slowly to the place where they lived. It was a small one story house, and it was amazing that they could pay for it- they didn't have any jobs, so to speak of. But then, Quatre had mentioned something about his family having some extra money to spend... (AN: Yeah right, honey. I think he was under-estimating it to try and save his wallet.)
She slowly walked up to the door, trying to decide whether or not to bother. She was making herself breath deep and evenly, in an effort to keep from panicking or hyperventilating- possibly both. She hesitated in front of the door, hand quivering inches from the doorbell. It was now or never, and she was honesly afraid of what they were going to think of her after this.
She took a single deep breath, and then pounded the bell hard. She forced anxiety down at bay as best she could, but was finding it harder with every passing moment to stay there. Just when she lost courage and was about to run off, the door opened and out stepped Quatre.
He seemed surprised enough to see her; after all, she had been treating him lousily for the past couple of days... in fact, it was somewhat over a week. She waited for him to tell her to go away, or to slam the door cruely in her face the way she knew some guys would. "Usagi," he said, "is something wrong?"
"I- I, no, I mean.. yes. No, I mean... maybe, I don't know. I- we need to talk."
There was a pause in that haulting and confusing conversation, and Quatre couldn't help but feel puzzled at her behavior. She seemed nervous about being there, and he couldn't help but wonder why. He stepped aside and offered her the smile of a gentleman. "Would you like to come in?"
Usagi nodded slowly, but continued to look down at the ground as though she were ashamed to meet his eyes. He opened the door wide and let her in, and escorted her to the living room.
"Where is everybody?"
"Ahh, the guys went out for a little while. Can I make you some tea," he offered her. She nodded slightly and sat down in a seat.
While Quatre was in the kitchen, Usagi began to think ahead as to how she was going to explain what she needed to talk about. And the more she did, the blanker her mind seemed. Usagi finally picked up a piece of paper and began to write.
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Quatre smiled thoughtfully and brought out her cup of tea as well as his on a tray with lumps of sugar and other things. He set the tray on the counter, and picked up hers. "Here, Usagi-" He was cut off with bewilderment as he saw the empty chair where she had been only a short while ago. She was gone, but in her place was a piece of paper.
Picking it up, he saw it was a note, adressed to himself. It read:
Dear Quatre,
I feel that I owe you an apology. In fact, I owe ALL of you apologies for my behavoir as of late. I've treated all of you badly, the way that no true friend would treat someone they value as much as I value the rest of you. And so, I will explain to you what is owed.
About a week ago, I had a bad run in with a group of muggers, who also tried to rape me. I managed to escape, but in my blind rage afterwards I met up with Wufei and proceeded to beat him up as I had threatened to do to him before.
After that, my morale sunk like a ship made of lead to the bottom of the ocean. I was angry, mentally and emotionally hurt, as well as distraught. In turn, in my void of sinking, I took it out on all of you- something I thoroughly regret doing.
I don't know if you can forgive me, or if you even should, but I hope that maybe you can. I know that it's no excuse to treat you this way, and I will understand it if you don't want to talk to me. I'm sorry, and I'm trying to heal myself fully after that incident. I was too cowardly to face any of you because I was too scared of what you'd think of me. But in the end, the only way I'll be able to fully begin to heal is if I can have your forgiveness. I hope that we can all still be friends.
Sincerely,
Usagi Tsukino
Quatre stared at the note for a long time, unsure of how to comply to the situation. he had suspected that there was something bothering her, but... but he hadn't thought it was that. He sat down in the chair that had occupied Usagi moments earlier, debating the choices. The others would need to know, had the right to know. And yet... he knew Usagi wouldn't want anyone beyond them to know. And she might not be ready to talk about it, either.
That was a stupid thought, he realised, because if she HAD been ready to talk about it, she would have done so. So he'd have to tell the guys that, too. Quatre sighed, and then got up, wondering when the others would be back from their latest missions.